"What?" Pei Muchan glanced at it, the paragraph was too long, so she stretched out her finger and skimmed to the last sentence.
It wasn't "like me 50 times," but a regular ending.
"In my countless hesitations, my youth never turned back to look at me once. I'm already an uncle, I really like this song, and now, catching a glimpse of that girl in my dreams just evens things out."
"Just this one comment?" she asked, looking up anxiously.
"On our drive here, about a thousand more comments popped up," he said with a laugh as he put away his phone. "The numbers should be exploding. Just go online and see."
"Okay." Pei Muchan's expression actually flashed with a moment of excitement.
Without another word, the two of them quickly made their way upstairs, afraid to miss a single step.
"Can you see it?"
"It's still loading, what's the rush?"
